All in Connections + Collisions
I've decided to transition to just one blog. I have been posting to two blogs, Marks and Sources, as a way to organize my thoughts a bit, but now I think it will make life simpler to have only one. I'd hate to lose all the images I posted to Marks so I'll be slowly moving them over to this blog, reconsidering the images, and writing alongside them...
While making pizza one evening, my husband asked me if I had been sewing during J's nap. I said no, and he said, oh, it must have been the snow plow. Yes, we've had numerous plows going by this past month, and my sewing machine does make a rumbly sound. It seems to get louder and louder each day.
This morning I was helping my 2 year old get her boots on. She was holding an octopus puppet, gently hitting it, saying "no hitting." Like all young children, she was thinking through rules and social norms through play. What made this a remarkable conversation was what she said next: "no hitting girls." My husband and I looked at each other, stunned for a moment, asking one another with our eyes, "did you hear what I heard?" Where did she get this?
Tons of places, no doubt...
I find it really interesting that my 18 month old daughter was able to identify her dad and herself in this photograph. Yesterday morning my husband reported that she was picking out cat faces in the drawings they were making together. So this morning, when it was my turn to get up with her at the crack of dawn, I tried it out...
As the parent of a toddler, my floors call for several layers of removal. I sympathize with the weight they’ve accumulated...
Hats, glasses and floodlights. My infant daughter's brain linked these three things together. Hats and glasses were synonymous for a few days, then glasses and floodlights. Its gotten me thinking about the delightful connections (or collisions) among disparate items, their names, categories and boundaries...